#* NECROPOLIS / verse .

[relentlessgrief]

DA verse Connor also has a fear of horses like his canonical D&D counterpart, except this one is a phobia with no explanation.

Can fear demons have fear? Idk, but they can now. Fuck it.

[thelittlestspider]

i'm now reminded of one of the og concepts of the ocv was that people in power basically bought off superheroes, killed the vigilantes that actually tried to help people by going against them, and then used them to make clones to use for their own personal gain/entertainment.

[someotherdog]

@thewolfruns sent: ◊ emmylou and miguel

of course he wasn't around. miguel, when he wasn't hanging out with emmylou and enduring her constant chatter, seemed to evaporate into thin air. she guessed he was somewhere with bill, ugh, but no matter. searching for a piece of paper, she found a sticky note on the front lobby desk and a flamingo casino-branded pen:

MIGUEL! thank you for helping me get my shampoo back. you're incredibly sweet even tho you don't want people to know it. i have a gift for you, so come down to the lobby when you get this!! thanks! ♡ em.

perfect! she left the note on his sleeping bag, then headed down to the casino floor. she hoped he liked james patterson books.

[kevinaforfar]

A grave with Psalm 23 embossed upon it. Located at the Toronto Necropolis, 200 Winchester St, Toronto.

[profoundlyfaded]

One of my favourite companion relationships in DATV has to be Neve and Emmrich. It starts out cautiously- she’s heard terrible stuff about Nevarran Necromancers, he (and everyone else) has heard terrible things about Tevinter Mages. So, they’re feeling each other out, and the you get hit with this exchange -

We know that the companions are continuing their lives around the events they’re face (which is great) but I just love the idea of Neve pacing her room…. Pondering on how to solve this murder when she remembers that she has a death mage living across the courtyard and he’s probably well versed in this stuff.

And then across the game through their dialogue we discover that Emmrich has turned detective with the detective to such a degree he makes the papers as a ‘sinister foreign necromancer’ -

And I just love this idea post-game that Neve probably teams up with Emmrich for unsolved murders. Not to mention, everyone being terrified when she contacts her ‘sinister foreign necromancer’ for a consult - I just have this idea now that evil blood mages are terrified of the idea only to have Emmrich and Manfred rock up to their door.

Honestly, I actually think that Emmrich wouldn’t return to the Necropolis straight away - regardless of if he’s romanced or not, I think he’d stay out in the world a bit longer, see more of it, learn new things before he returned.

[someotherdog]

“gosh, you sure didn’t grow up in the south!” emmylou laughed, nose wrinkling. a lifelong waitress in a tourist town, she had briefly met people from all walks of life and all sorts of hometowns, sometimes from places like germany or thailand. miguel being unfamiliar with the crushes of nineties teen girls in coastal mississippi was not unexpected, but she still mourned the fact that she had few fellow southerners at the flamingo. though miguel tolerated—and had seemingly grown to enjoy her company—he would never truly understand her, just like she wouldn’t be able to understand what growing up had been like for him (especially because he only gave her vague glimpses into his past!). “that’s the dread pirate roberts to you, honeybee! also known as westley, the dreamiest man to ever exist. i guess you haven’t watched it recently then.” she frowned suddenly at the realization that they wouldn’t ever be able to watch the princess bride, or any movie, ever again.

despite his friendship with the gregarious (she thought that description was kinder than loud) bill, emmy could tell, or rather soon figured out, that miguel was a creature of solitude. she didn’t understand how someone that clearly enjoyed his own company and rarely anyone else’s could survive in a gang, and from bill’s constant stories, a violent and vicious gang such as the los lobos locos. he seemed to shy away from the limelight, and from what emmylou could tell, bill was all too pleased to have it focused on himself instead. even the suggestion of a talent show made miguel’s face go pale, but she assumed bill would be excited to show off. 

“my goodness, i’m not holdin’ you at gunpoint, am i?” emmylou smiled and placed a reassuring hand on miguel’s bicep. “you don’t have to perform if you don’t want to, i just need help plannin’ it. we could make a banner or somethin’, maybe clear out the showroom so we can use the stage and have seats ready for use. i think i saw a poster for some puppet show or some such? who wants to come to vegas just to go see a man play with puppets…” she shook her head, trying to get back on track. “i don’t know, it might help boost morale or somethin’. we just walk around here like zombies—excuse the pun—and gettin’ into petty arguments and such. we need somethin' to look forward to!” she turned narrowed eyes onto miguel. “you sure you don’t have some hidden talent for the show?”

"girls really liked garth brooks?" he scoffed incredulously, a rare break in his mask. his sisters seemed to go from crush to crush as easily as breathing at that age, but usually they were into guys like tupac or freddie prinze jr. compared to them garth brooks seemed so corny. and old. maybe that was just a cowboy thing. if that was insulting to her, he wasn't sure, so he tacked on, "the princess bride guy?" and didn't feel the need to offer that he'd liked him in saw, even if the sequels to those movies sucked.

it was maybe the first time that miguel had really offered emmylou any small hint into the fact that he might be attracted to anyone. historically, the only times he'd been able to meet anyone, he'd been so drunk that he'd just sort of been surprised to discover he could talk to someone or it didn't matter either way. or bill pushed whatever friend of his latest conquest onto him. or he'd be sober and his sisters would try and set him up only for the dates to not really go well, past an awkward dinner date, and for whichever sister whose natural turn it was to do their best to protect his feelings. usually, though, the disappointment was an affectation. he really just wasn't interested in making room for anyone else in his life. and nobody really stuck around long enough to bother seeing what he was like a few months in outside of his family and bill. plenty of women were comfortable dating a criminal, but dating someone who was emotionally unavailable and, on the surface, disinterested became unappealing fast.

he didn't reply to her, but offered a small smile. subtle enough that, probably, most folks wouldn't have noticed. bill's foil in everyway, his expressions were small, measured, and he often was misconstrued for not paying attention at all. although, maybe that was true too. and then, maybe a deeper emotion took over. one that was much less subtle. fear. "a talent show?" he coughed, not able to make eye contact with her as his mind caught up. "i don't--" what could he even contribute? "i'm not exactly--" flashbacks to horrible friday night childhood talent shows in his living room with his sisters as tlc or with all four of them as spice girls. why would emmy want his help? "i can help you move things around and set up, but i don't know if you really want me to be involved in the planning." or performing, the thought made his stomach flip and he lost the spot in his book that his finger had been holding.

[alitlantern]

THREADS

My RP tracker broke so I'm going analog. If at any point you'd like to archive our thread, please just let me know through a comment on here or a DM! I will take no offense to it, I'd just like to know for tracking purposes. Alternatively, if we have a thread and it isn't listed here, please let me know! I'm extremely forgetful and I promise it was an accident.

On-Going

@fvrtvne - vg

@nobodyexpectsthe - main verse / da2 verse / pirith companion verse

@valorcorrupt - clearing out the basement /

@magefell - teaching cece healing / yapping at the hanged man

@mournwatchingprofessor - yapping in the necropolis

@kirkw4ll - yapping at the hanged man (sad in 4k)

@ofandrastes - healing elliott after the deeproads

@captins - banting the clinic

@detectice - buddycop in the hanged man

@circlefled - post chantry boom at ostwick

@skyheld - yapping in the garden with gatt

@cuerrvox - rescuing from the gallows / act 3 crash out

@darlings-of-thedas - magically healing fenris / nonmagically healing fenris

@aurouze - salt tea weirdo

@relentlesshunger - chain talk in the necropolis / meeting feral connor

@bannsparkleberry - dance me to the end of love / meeting garret at the circle

@howetragic - refusing to be annoyed by nate's skepticism

@rcgueprince - first time seb comes to the clinic / saturnalia / dancing in the clinic

@muutos - meeting cullen at skyhold

@bolyde - meeting lucanis at some point in vg

@perditus - being hilarious with taash

@lone-blade - meeting carver at skyhold

@totyranny - meeting gortash at skyhold

@juneforged - theron in awakening

@theharellan - solas at skyhold @spirehaunting - chatting with cole

Archived

@breathandshadow - lucanis comparison

@herewizem - vg recruitment

[covertleathers]

10, 13, 14 for the Rook + Partner asks please!!

Ahh thank you for asking the one about music!!

10) Do they have any nicknames for each other? Who uses the term of endearment more?

First Talon, Sir Crow, Knives, Ruler of My Heart, My Eternal, Wings,, Ziya has them all and seems to have another name for Lucanis every day. He always knows they are speaking to him or of him regardless.

Lucanis has one or two, "Heart of Mine", "My Necromancer", or even just "Love". He doesn't use them as often because he enjoys saying "Ziya" very much. The name has a nice mouth feel.

13) What songs do you associate with them?

Music is one of the main ways I connect with folks so I'm always thinking about songs re: rookanis. But, these songs strike the emotional and lyrical core for me.

14) Does your Rook get their partner any gifts (besides the ones in game)? Does the partner get Rook any? Any gifts that are particularly special?

If a gift is something material and not an act of service: shiny objects. Jewelry, precious stones, knives.

Lucanis becomes well versed in spellblades and frequently gets them commissioned by his blacksmith with rarer and more powerful materials. Similarly, the Necropolis is full of legendary weapons left by (dead) heroes of the past. They somehow always find a knife that Lucanis would be interested in collecting. Eventually there is an entire room dedicated to their weapons at the Dellamorte Estate. They have matching brooches, for Lucanis a silver Mourn Watch beetle embedded with sapphires and for Ziya, a golden Crow skull with emerald eyes.

[uchidachi]

1 and 2 for the Rook asks game!! (I think you know but hi it’s Dissonant Verses)

Hiiiiiii ty for sending!!!

Does your Rook fall for their partner at first sight? If not, what moment made your Rook realize they're in love with them?

Ok I know I sent you this one also, but am now realizing that this is two totally different questions… i originally interpreted “fall for” meaning “have romantic feelings for” but that’s distinct from being in love… so accordingly I shall answer for both.

And I now realize that i don’t know the answer for either. Or, rather, Rhea doesn’t know the answer, therefore i don’t! 😂

Rhea realized she genuinely liked Taash and wasn’t just fun-flirting at the *exact moment* they pinned her up against a wall asked her which it was. Which was probably a while after she actually caught feelings, but i’m just proud of her that she at least figured it out at the last second & managed a coherent response.

(I’ve still not seen the “💔” option for that scene because I am a romantic sap, but one day I’ll choose it and then think up an angsty fic where Rook realizes her feelings for Taash only *after* turning them down. And then cry, probably)

For “when did Rhea realize she was in love with Taash?” I think this happened during the disastrous dinner at the lighthouse, when Shathann is like “you don’t deserve Taash” or whatever. Rhea’s first impulse was to respond with “well I love them, so there 😠” but luckily did not actually say that, nor did she try to fight Taash’s mom.

I feel like, taken together, these answers are painting a clear picture of “Internally, Rook is a much bigger disaster than she is externally, and that’s saying something”

When does the partner realize that they're in love with Rook?

Omg my last answer was so long i’m gonna try to be short with this one.

Taash realizes they love Rhea the seventeenth time they visit the Necropolis. Rook’s just going there to check in with Myrna and run some death-related errands, and asked Taash if they wanted to come along. And Taash realizes they genuinely want to go, because they don’t want to be anywhere else in the world than wherever Rook is.

[scotianostra]

O H Mavor, also known as James Bridie, the physician and prolific playwright, was born in Glasgow on January 3rd 1888 in Glasgow.

Bridie studied medicine at the University of Glasgow graduating in 1913, he was editor of the University Magazine and contributed drawings, light verse and stories, his influence at the University is still felt to this day in the end-of-term ball he instituted, “Daft Friday” which in recent years has featured guest acts including CHVRCHES, Newton Faulkner, Bombay Bicycle Club, Arcade Fire and Frightened Rabbit. If you’ve been paying attention to my posts, Daft Days will be familiar to you, as the period between Christmas and the New Year in olden times in Scotland.

Back to the old man himself, he co-founded Glasgow Citizens’ theatre and produced over 40 plays ‘The Anatomist’,produced in 1930, and based on the lives of nineteenth century vivisectionist Dr Robert Knox, and the West port murderers, Burke and Hare, was his first major success. In all, Mavor was to write some forty plays, under the pseudonym James Bridie Bridie worked with the director Alfred Hitchcock in the late 1940s on three films.

As well as being a prolific playwright Bridie is perhaps best know for the founding of a Glasgow Institution, as the main founder of the Citizens Theatre in 1943. Originally called the Citizens’ Company it was based at first in the Glasgow Athenaeum. It moved in 1945 to its present site, the then Royal Princess’s Theatre, where it became the Citizens Theatre.

During the founding of the Citizens, Bridie briefly returned the the medical corps during WW2 serving on a Hospital Ship in Norway.

Bridie’s influence in Scottish Drama and arts cannot be understated, he was instrumental in the founding of a College of Drama in Glasgow in 1950 (the forerunner of the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama) . He was chairman of the Scottish committee of the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts, the precursor of the Arts Council and also a Director of the Scottish National Theatre Society.

He was considered to be the first Scottish dramatist, since J M Barrie, who managed to live comfortably by the pen. He died in Edinburgh Royal Infirmary on 29 January 1951 of a brain haemorrhage and was buried in the western necropolis in his native Glasgow on 1 February.

Following his death, Mavor/Bridie has continued to be recognised for his enormous contribution to Scotland’s arts scene. In 1955 Glasgow University Union purchased a bronze head of Mavor/Bridie by Benno Schotz. The Bridie Dinner, also introduced that year, became a feature of the aforementioned Daft Friday at the Union. In addition the Union’s Library was renamed to become the Bridie Library.

Likewise the work that he did in bringing about ‘theatre for all’ was recognised when on the 17th September 1956, J. B. Priestley unveiled a bronze plaque in memory of Mavor/Bridie at the Glasgow Citizen’s Theatre. The proposed vote of thanks at the ceremony was given by his son Dr. Ronald Mavor. The RSMAD awards the James Bridie medal to outstanding students

[relentlessgrief]

For Connor’s DA verse where he’s a demon (former hope spirit) under control, there are multiple stages where he can be encountered.

More often than not he’s in the Necropolis after being found by the Mourn Watch and taken in by them. This is solely about his communication abilities—what he learns and how he learns about the world around him is entirely dependent on who he’s with (aka his rp partner in the case of the rpc). 

Stage 1, new to surroundings, freshly taken in: 

Nothing but hissing from Connor. Expect to be screamed at a lot in ear shattering wails. May lash out at with a tendril but not strike anyone. Often found in a corner and fearful of anyone and anything like a stray dog. 

Stage 2, acclimated: 

Hisses and growls are more used for communication, more approachable, does not fake attacking anyone and is not trying to defend self. Clearly understands what is being said to him. Still has a safe corner he goes to. 

Stage 3, communication starts:

Communication begins, language starts. Shows signs of accelerated learning. Begins mimicking other peoples voices via phrases it hears, like a parrot, only creepier. Again, bear from annihilation  vibes here. Iykyk. Very experimental stage of trying to find his own voice. 

Stage 4, communication proficient:

Has a voice of his own, able to communicate effectively with words. Illiterate, however. Shows the signs of a more complex personality that has always been there in part being able to utilize words and communicate those feelings. 

Stage 5, learning how to read and write:

Expresses interest in certain books, learning how to spell out words via phonics. Messy handwriting, terrible spelling on any written notes. Expressed frustration at how difficult the language is. Also has shown interest in drawing, and anything involving his limbs such as sewing. 

Stage 6, full proficiency:

Able to read and write effectively. Can write scholarly documents, aids in the documentation for the Mourn Watch, writes books as needed for whatever record purposes. Terrible creative writer. Able to speak fluently and make jokes and various references pulled from literature and any other media. 

[thelittlestspider]

i was thinking about just having some kind of train system for people to use, so i can just send them places if i need to. even if it's probably unrealistic in a post apocalyptic setting like OC. i'm just too lazy.

[someotherdog]

@thewolfruns / in reply to this.

he hadn’t been an actual mormon in more than fifteen years, but in the rare instances where bill was actually afraid, his prayers always went to heavenly father. his arms hadn’t folded in order to pray since he was a teenager, and even then, he hadn’t believed in any of it. from birth, he seemed unable to call himself a mormon. other children, even ones that grew up to leave the church, at least believed in it for a time. they could never sell bill on it, and the elders labeled him as rebellious at the age of seven. he was a problem child, he was someone to be dealt with; he acted up in church and his mother would pinch his ear until he behaved, but it just made him worse. wang lei was supposed to be their priesthood holder, but that title really fell to genelle. his father hadn’t been raised in mormonism, he was a convert that really only converted because he fell in love with genelle—there was no way they could be together if he didn’t convert, but even then most people didn’t approve of it. their marriage was an unconventional one, the church didn’t even support interracial marriage up until a few years before bill’s birth, and his mother had been expected to marry a generational mormon that her parents approved of. they certainly didn’t expect genelle to marry her optometrist that had recently moved to utah from china.

neither wang lei or genelle had expected a child like bill. they expected obedience, and he gave them the exact opposite. he was unruly, bad tempered, regularly called a brat. he would refuse to engage in church, not for his parents or the elders. his childhood felt like an exercise in waiting, simply existing until he became old enough to escape. he was a piece of shit teenager that made his mother regularly cry, no matter how many times they threatened to send him back to the re-education camp in arizona, and his parents finally gave up on the moment he officially decried the holy ghost. within a year, he was kicked out (though bill thought of it more as a mutual decision). leaving home, he surfed a few ex-mormon couches and slept on the streets for a few nights here and there, before he ultimately ended up in las vegas. there, he met a los lobos locos member, and it wasn’t long before he realized this was what he was meant to do: sin. perhaps crime was a better word for it, but it was all the same to bill. he saw the money, the girls, the drugs that the lobos had, and he wanted that too. he wanted to be a lobos. he wanted to be the wolf.

he became a lobos. it was a hard, violent process, like any gang initiation. it was sort of strange, how he hated growing up in organized religion, just to join a criminal organization. bill could pray to the god of kalashnikovs with serial numbers filed off and seedy nightclubs bought with dirty money. he could wash and anoint himself in blood if he had to. there was very little that bill would not do for the lobos, even spending three years and a separate eight months in prison for them. it took him almost twenty years to reach the top, and he still wasn’t running the show. he hadn’t actually wanted that, he didn’t think. he had been very comfortable in his station, living in a beautiful west hollywood penthouse and earning money he didn’t deserve (and couldn’t claim on his taxes!).

so, yes, he was a sinner. he made sure to sin every day, which was admittedly a little hard to do in a micro society based out of a casino hotel. so his sins were small in scale, little naughty deeds like hiding someone’s shirt or sneaking a bit of someone’s rations. he almost reverted into a child in church, making faces at the bishop during sacrament or sneaking a cookie before dinner. they were minuscule compared to the sins of his adulthood: racketeering, credit card scams, gun trafficking, even a few instances of murder. they were small in scale, but they were still sins in the eyes of heavenly father, and that was what mattered. it made it so his eschewing of his parents was not in vain. he was a sinner, and he made sure everyone knew it.

he laughed at her question, so pretty and so unbearably stoic. he was used to women fawning over him, in all sorts of ways and all types of women, but they all had one thing in common: they bought his bullshit. tovah was a wall that refused to fall. “yeah, well, i just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. i’m not a good guy, and i never have been.” was that not obvious in the way he treated her little brother? not every single woman that bought his bullshit thought they could fix him, but most did. most tried. and failed. “it’s easier to be upfront about it.” bill was a powder keg looking for a spark—he didn’t know how long he’d last in the flamingo before it all inevitably went up in flames. the people of the casino were weak, as were a lot of the californians, but his initial group had a salvation: they knew how to survive outside if they had to. when he was to eventually leave, and it was eventual, he would allow any of his former group to come along with him as long as they could keep up. and serena, too, obviously. he may have severed the bond with his mother and father, and while it was a tenuous bond with his sister, she was his sister. she’d listen to him, in the end, she’d come with him. he hoped tovah would too. “what about you? was there ever a time when you weren’t completely in control of your emotions? have you ever sinned, tovah?”

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

Legal Name: Kira Marcelle Langford

Nicknames:

Ms. Carter

The Good Doctor

Date  of  Birth:  March 4th (Year is heavily verse dependent)

Gender:  Female

Place of Birth:  Windsor, Connecticut

Currently Living: Boston, Massachusetts (In her most used verse anyway)

Spoken Languages:

English

Education: 

Formally educated; equivalent of a Masters in Medical science, typically other minors like in biochemistry.

Physical Characteristics:

Hair Color:  Auburn (Reddish brown, though leaning more towards brown)

Eye Color: Amber (Light brown in the dark, brightly golden in sunlight)

Miscellaneous: Slightly down turned eyes, dark eye circles from lack of sleep due to study or work. Lobe piercings, navel piercing, no tattoos. Waifish in appearance sometimes, ballerina/elfish type build.

Height: 5 foot 6

Weight: 119 pounds

Relationships:

Nathaniel Langford, father, still living. A regretful father searching to make amends for his failings.

Stephanie Langford, mother, still living. An overbearing mother living vicariously through her daughter. Under the guise of what's best for her, she's manipulated Kira all her life. Abuse more psychological than physical- it's the cause of Kira leaving home.

Doctor Sun, mentor/father figure, a man who took Kira under his wing when she needed it the most.

Knox, body guard/employee, a very large ghoul dedicated to help Kira with her cause. Originally from the Necropolis.

Relationships with other blogs:

Aaron Sheling: Rival in a way that she doesn't hate him, yet doesn't really seem to like him that much either most days. Torn between liking him for his determination and distrusting him for his affiliation. This relationship is at a stalemate. Both too stubborn to budge. @that-kid-from-vault-101

Archer White: A very close friend and possibly budding romance. Just two wumps in this horrific world trying to find some semblance of peace. They'll have to pry him from her cold dead fingers. @archerwhiterp

Ares T.A. Redwood: A patient/bodyguard merc whom she's fallen in love with. Convinced he can't return her feelings and terrified of rejection, Kira settles for their mutual respect and idly passing affections. It seems obvious to anyone but her that he feels the same. @the-last-command

Cicero Sinclaire: A Legion assassin who has helped her escape Legion hands on multiple occasions. Though to what end, she is unsure.

Fiona: A drinking buddy most days they meet! They are friendly acquaintances though Kira doesn't seem to trust Fiona that much due to her Legion affiliation. Still. Girl talk is girl talk and Kira won't miss out on making a connection. @inthisfire-ifindrain

Francis Braxton: A random face on her bus route turned friend. Oddly enough, Kira thinks Francis has a trustworthy vibe and a vulnerable face. Perhaps that's why she's willing to be so open with him about things she's never told anyone else. She'd label him a close friend were she not afraid of him scoffing at it. @smokes-and-bullets

Gabban: Eyes in the dark. Someone she's seeing more and more of and it puts her on edge though she's unsure as to why. Gabban lingers from time to time for part time work which she provides. She likes him, he's reliable and adaptable. There is a lingering crush beneath her professional exterior. @meadowlarksabove

Jon Limbo: Kidnapper. Kira only knows Limbo to be violent and impulsive. While he makes her nervous, she's also a bit intrigued by his nature. Not one to put herself in harms way, she does what he says in hopes she makes it out of this alive. @burdened-boy

Ramona D’Angelo: A closely budding friendship! Kira, though naturally a suspicious person, can't seem to really find a reason to distrust Ramona. Though she has seen very little of Ramona's penchant for violence, she just assumes Ramona is hardened from her time in the wastes and takes no shit! @lotuskissed

Raserei Verfallen: The closest friend she's ever had. Ras and Kira understand each other through shared hardships and struggles with self image/worth, purpose, and addiction. Kira would trust Ras with her life, her secrets, and even her heart. She doesn't knock when entering his home, they share meals multiple times a week, and Kira often finds herself staying at his home in favor of her own by herself. Ras brings her great comfort and the transition to romance would really only involve more physical contact. Everything else would just stay the same. She would die for him. @ode-of-odr

Roth Kruger: The most debauched cabbie she's ever met. (Likely the only one too.) I wouldn't say they're enemies or rivals. Some weird middle ground in between. Someone she sees around and purposefully mettles in his business if only just to tick him off. Roth scratches his living from other's labor, taking advantage of the desperate. Kira does anything in her power to foil him. But... she's seen glances of a real person under all that bravado. Something she likes. Something worth saving. @hellcab

Scratch: Bestie. While Ras and Kira lament and try to kick their addictive nature, Scratch and Kira moreso lean into their nature. Sometimes encouraging their worst behaviors in one another. Scratch is wild and free and she admires that. It's something she covets, though she is happy enough just to bask in the little bits he puts off when he's near. He leads her into troubling situations, though he always seems to get her out of them by the skin of his teeth. Kira is comfortable expressing her attraction to him in a casual manner. But it runs deeper than that. @thx-lost-yxars

Smokes: A good friend she recently met. Someone who saved her life and fascinates her to no end. She's not sure what she provides to their friendship, but she's determined to be useful. @archerwhiterp

Spoons: A time travelling companion who seems to always make time for her! (Perhaps literally and figuratively) Spoons is a good friend and Kira loves being able to study her technology! @cajunspoons

Vince 'Buck' Gray: Perhaps one of the purest forms of love she's ever encountered. Kira adores and admires Buck openly though they haven't exactly dated. The feeling is even obviously mutual to her. (Which is so hard to make her see.) She has never seen any trace of 'Vince', but Kira is so enamored I doubt it would make her hesitate. She would do anything she could for him, if only to feel his sunshine like warmth. @cold-steel-eyes

Yarik: A newcomer who sort of makes her brain feel like static. Something draws her to please him though she still seems set in her independence. She respects him for his work as General of the Minutemen and will do what she can to help. Their eyes are very similar. @amberedcorpse

Orientation:

Hetero/demi sexual and romantic (hopeless might I add)

Relationship Status:

Multiship (So- pretty much single)

Tagged by: @archerwhiterp

Tagging: I already tagged some people in the relationships block. Feel free.

[recitedemise]

In his Dragon Age verse, Gale, though primarily a necromancer, doubles also as an exceptionally learned practitioner of blood magic. Of course, however, this isn't exactly a talent he goes about flaunting like the colors of his robes. Across Thedas, the mage knows, the use of such spellcraft is undeniably regarded as inherently evil. It uses blood as its fuel, a field that's incapable of creating and making without taking in turn, and as such, his myriad of experiments are kept very lock-and-key -- and to be sure, to know his work at all is to have earned his trust.

Blood magic, to Gale, is something he learned to dabble in as he sequestered himself in the Necropolis' phantomish chambers. After contracting the Blight, he had set himself to wasting somewhere far below where the dead things lay. As it were, he'd possessed too much knowledge of the innerworkings of the Mourn Watch, and surrendering himself knowing he was a threat, his peers accepted -- some saddened -- his subsequent isolation. Alone, Gale took to his modest luxuries, locked in his room with a great wealth of books and the time to tarry. Here, he studied blood magic, desperate to slow down his worsening condition. To Gale, all magic, even blood magic, is not so much evil as much as it's but a tool. Most Mortalitasi, however, aren't as quick as Gale to dip their toes in this forbidden art. To most his peers, blood magic defiles life while necromancy, their art, covets and treasures it. Gale, however, rides that line of death in a way most don't. As such, to him, he sees the use of blood magic as a sort of beacon of hope. However, he loathes -- and with a ferocious intensity, too -- the idea of bringing harm onto anyone at all. His experiments, if asked, would be detailed exhaustively as tests all conducted at the cost of his health. Gale longs to heal the body without the use of another's blood or vitality. Often, you can find him hunched over at his desk, fingers working at his veins or that deep, garish bruise sat inky at his chest. Make no mistake, however, though Gale will never choose to hurt without reason, if pressed or threatened in any way at all... Well, prodigy as he is, the danger Gale can pose is downright ghastly.

[ghoulsbeard]

The Wheel of Fortune, Death, and the Moon? :)

Sebastian! Thank you my friend :) ... im so sorry i missed this! i hope these answers make sense i went off on the road of rambling….

Describe an interesting character moment for your Rook. What made this moment stand out to you?

I was interested in Mikal’s reaction to the Crossroads specially, because she’s interested in world history and would have been able to speak with many spirits about their lives and experiences… But I think it unnerved her.. on the face of it she enjoys the chance to learn but the Fade and the Veil are not things she likes to tamper with or take lightly... I know there are no consequences for living in the Fade in DA4, but she would expect there to be… I think she’d be glad of Neve and Bel’s expertise and company, and commiserate with Davrin’s discomfort

I was very touched by the quest where you are able to help a sorrowing spirit in Arlathan, it felt like something Vasiliki would personally do, as an oathsworn Watcher and someone who feels strongly about their work and the many forgotten deaths in that forest... Speaking with spirits and honoring the passing of the dead is her calling… I like to think she invoked Falon’Din in the rites, since she reveres him…

What part of Rook do they need to kill to become the best version of themselves?

This was a hard question… I think we are all constantly growing and changing in response to our lives…

I think Mikal is still a little shy and self effacing when it comes to her personal work… She has high standards not because she expects perfection, but because the subjects of her work are things she cares deeply about… She wants to make a worthwhile contribution and is a little shy about other people’s opinions even though she acts like she isn’t. So that might be a place for her to push her own boundaries

I think Vasiliki does not give herself enough credit. Years in the Necropolis has made her very cynical in regards to the administration and leadership of the crypts, and to Nevarran politics of the great noble houses, and she thinks poorly of her own tendencies and motives as a result of being involved in the web of it all… I think finding purpose in a new way would challenge her view of herself

How does Rook's past impact their values? Does their past come with any biases or blind spots they have to account for?

Mikal will readily admit she doesn’t know much about magic... She knows how to fight with mages and how to help with some magic related problems, she knows all about the craft of enchantment, but the politics of enchanters- varying from nation to nation- and the actual craft of magic itself are not anything she’s familiar with. She tries to be very careful to keep mages in the Jennies safe because she learned at a young age how dangerous the public sentiment toward an apostate can be, especially in certain Marcher cities… she’s studied the craft of magic from an outsider pov over the years & always defers to other mages because she wants to be more cautious than might be strictly necessary… Interestingly she isn’t put off by blood magic though, she views it in a similar light as Grey Wardens- odd and uncanny but a part of the world... Necromancy disquiets her but that’s bc she has no reference for the Fade like other people do … she and emmrich get off to an awkward start bc of this

Vasiliki is a Northerner and is not well versed in the politics of the South… She never attended chantry services and doesn’t give a shit for any of it, which puts her adrift in any situations, debates, etc where Southern religious politics are significant... Besides this, she lives in the Necropolis and they don’t get news there unless the Mortalitasi finds it relevant… they’d hear about the breach immediately but not the peace talks for the valmont succession war until they’d already happened, for example... she has a passing knowledge of the South, inasmuch as a Southerner has a passing knowledge of the North.. like anyone she has gaps in her knowledge to remedy but she pointedly refuses to learn about the church beyond what she picked up by osmosis.. She has kind of a private disapproval and disgust about the Southern church’s boot on magic’s neck because of their exalted marches in Rivain and how highly she regards seers and spirits alike … so that influences her perspective as well